Saturday, July 28, 2018

I’m happy
to be back for Saturday Spankings. Summer does stay busy. I’m sticking with my
latest book, Educating Jenny, for today’s snippet. I’ve missed the past couple
of weeks so I’m cheating by going over a little.

Cal
was unhappy to find Jenny using her BOB (battery operated boyfriend) but they
began to make up over a spanking. However, when Cal once again interrupts an orgasm
Jenny has had enough!

“Is the spanking over?”
she asked quietly.

“It is, honey,” he told
her.

“Good, now I can tell you
what a son-of-a-bitch you are!” she shouted. She smacked him on the chest, he
sat rock solid. All she had done was hurt her hand and that only compounded her
anger. “You’ve ruined two perfectly good orgasms today and spanked my ass for
no good reason. You’re an asshole and you can just go back home for all I care.
You want any, you’ll have to take care of yourself because you’re not touching
me!”

Jenny turned to storm
from the room when Cal grabbed her from behind. “I’m not getting any?” he questioned, laughing.

His humor at the
situation was only feeding Jenny’s fury. Cal tossed her lightly on the bed and
standing between her and the door he took off his shirt. “I guess I really
messed up. I sure do want to be loving my wife right now, however, a gentleman
never forces a lady.” Cal continued undressing. Jenny felt her sex pulse as she
saw his erection.

“I’ve been such a jerk, I
guess I should give you permission to bring old Bob out while I just take a
nap.” Cal lay on the bed beside Jenny as she continued to watch him in anger.

Jenny swallowed hard.
Cal’s erection looked like a flagpole as he lay back on the bed, his hands
behind his head. She was still mad, but she’d be damned if she’d let that go to
waste.

Suddenly she was on him
like a cat on prey. He’d never had a blowjob like this. He felt like she could
nearly lift him off the bed with suction alone. Suddenly Jenny sat up. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap now!” Cal’s eyes
widened in surprise as he realized he’d totally lost control of the situation.

Cal’s young wife, Jenny,
just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal
Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year
of college before choosing a path. Although Jenny is tired of
school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby
city. On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful
girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an
eager student!

She is applying herself
to her classes and showing Cal she can be responsible when, suddenly, Jenny
finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move
she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not
Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge.
Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the
wrong side of Cal’s law.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

“I
do so love to hear you beg, Aurelie,” he purrs, “but no, now is not the time to
stop. Your spanking only truly begins when you think you can bear no more, and
rest assured my love,” he pauses to land a further three firm strikes to my
sore bottom. “You will bear more for me.”

Blurb:

After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Excerpt:

“How is
my captive now?” His tone is deep and intimidating, and the resonance sends a
flood of moisture rushing from my core.

“A little afraid, my Lofðungr,” I admit,
watching as he strips his doublet from his torso, revealing his strong arms and
chest.

His eyes narrow slightly, but he does not pass
comment. Instead, he pauses, watching me in silence for a moment, seemingly
deep in thought. At length, he moves to a large trunk in place against a far
wall, lifting the substantial lid, and identifying something he desires from
its contents. He swoops, collecting it, and his gaze is back on me at once,
searing into my flesh. “Why afraid?” he asks, stepping back toward me.

Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye
the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he
has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth
drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before
I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”

He reaches the opposite edge of the bed,
smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”

He drops to the covers below, his weight
reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of
a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything
which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real
harm?”

I blink away the tears that have collected in my
eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as
he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr,
you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people.
I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”

His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his
lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes
me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now,
no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not
bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”

There is silence for a moment as I absorb his
words.

“I have done a great many things which I am not
proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he
pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My
face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between
us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting,
and so now, what am I?”

I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his
performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”

He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake
of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that,
Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”

My heart is slamming against my chest as he
crawls toward me, the black implement still clutched in his left hand. He rips
the covers from my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air once more, before
straddling me with his formidable legs.

“You need not worry about my intention, or what
you deserve,” he laughs softly. “I want all of your attention on me, right
here, right now, do you understand?”

I nod, panting as he lowers his body over me. As
he supports himself on his elbows, his lips brush over my mouth, his beard
grazing me as he delivers soft caresses, before claiming my lips again. He
finds me open and pliant, my mouth yielding for his sweet possession. It’s the
most natural sensation in the world, and somehow the power of his kiss gives me
strength. I am not afraid. I have come this far—and I do trust him.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

I'm happy to have Kryssie Fortune here in the Reading Room today. I think you'll agree that this book sound hot. Seems like a great summer read.

Blurb

Sylvie's
more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers
books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone
else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with
the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move,
and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his
pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do
anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a
security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure
pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented
to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her
his?

Excerpt

Caleb dropped like he’d been poleaxed,
and his body flickered between primal beast, human, and true wolf forms.

“Told you he’d get what he deserves.”
Ron pulled out his cell phone. “And I knew he’d come after you.”

Sylvie stepped back and leaned against
the car. “What have you done?”

“Saved you, you silly cow, or did you
want to fuck with that? Now stand still and be quiet while I talk to my
friends.” Even drunk, Rom seemed dangerous. He keyed a preprogrammed number.
“Subject acquired, but he’s tougher than I expected.”

Ron backhanded her. “I told you to keep
quiet, or do we have to kill you too?”

Caleb saw tears mist her eyes, but she
blinked them away and backed off. Gods, he needed to kiss her tears from her
cheeks—right after he handed her Ron’s head on a plate.

A white van skidded to a halt beside
them. Two human males jumped out, chained Caleb’s arms behind him, twisted the
chain around his ankles, and pulled it tight.

Elves’ blood, the damn thing’s silver.

It locked him in primal form and burned
red brands into his flesh. Pain crescendoed through him and drove his primal
beast insane. His roars grew more animalistic as his humanity sank deeper
inside him. He needed to kill, destroy, and maim. But whatever his form, he’d
protect Sylvie.

He grasped the links, burning deep
welts in his hands as he tugged at the chain, but silver was every Lykae’s
Achilles’ heel. Pain spasmed through his limbs, building, burning, branding. He
needed his freedom. He needed his true-mate safe, and he needed Ron and his
cronies dead. Hog-tied and helpless, all he could do was flop like an
out-of-water goldfish at Sylvie’s feet.

Kryssie
Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a
dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular
werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military
and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against
whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a
series that end on a cliff hanger.Her books are all stand alone even when part of
series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get
together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright
sensual.

Titles by Kryssie Fortune

Scattered
Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To
Wed a Werewolf

To
Break a Warrior King’s Curse

To
Mate a Werewolf

To
Seduce an Omega

Claimed
by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

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of Westhorpe Ridge - a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Summer Saturday Spankings – I guess
they need to be hot. I’ll try. This snippet is from the third Cal’s Law book,
Educating Jenny. It begins shortly after last week’s snippet. When Cal walked
in on Jenny masturbating he was more shocked than angry – but his shocked
response came out as anger. After fuming a little herself, Jenny decided to
make peace.

Taking a deep breath Jenny climbed onto the sofa
straddling Cal.

“I’m sorry. I never thought it would upset you. I’ve done
it since I was about fourteen. Maybe you should spank me so I’ll remember how
strongly you feel about this.” Jenny was pressing harder against Cal and she
could feel his response. “Honest honey, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’ll
try to stop, and if I can’t, I’ll tell you if I’ve been bad.”

Cal wanted to swallow, his mouth was bone dry. He knew
she was truly naïve in so many ways, yet at other times she seemed like a
seductress with years of practice. He’d really been the one that was wrong, but
if Jenny wanted to play it out this way, he was more than willing to go along.

Jenny felt herself lifted and firmly placed over Cal’s
knee. She squirmed at the suddenness and squealed as Cal began spanking hard.
She tried to keep still as Cal kept spanking. He stopped abruptly and stood her
up.

“Get those sweats off right here and then I want you in
the corner in the bedroom.”

Cal’s tone told Jenny everything she wanted to know. He
sounded stern, and she was positive he was going to play it out that way. She
could tell he was no longer angry with her. She slowly pushed her sweats down,
her ass right in front of him as she bent over to pick up her pants.

“Yes sir, I’m going,” she said softly and with a decent
amount of swag in her steps, she headed to the bedroom.

Cal’s young wife, Jenny,
just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal
Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year
of college before choosing a path. Although Jenny is tired of
school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby
city. On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful
girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an
eager student!

She is applying herself
to her classes and showing Cal she can be responsible when, suddenly, Jenny
finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move
she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not
Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge.
Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the
wrong side of Cal’s law.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

I haven't been here in a while but I'm very happy to be back with Libby Campbell and her latest, Trusting Ingrid. I love Libby's books and I think you will too. If you haven't tried one yet - go for it!

Ingrid
Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t
work.

When
she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome
man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman
like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something
deep inside her that is badly broken.

The
daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has
rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will
his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Publishers
note:
Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand-alone
story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.

Ingrid
balked. “I think I’ve been pretty productive the past few years. I’ve been the
top salesperson in the province. Do you have any idea how much real estate I’ve
sold?”

“No
and I don’t particularly care either. I’m talking about you learning to develop
a moral code, to be the type of person that Glyn and Rachel can invite into
their house without having to count the silver before you leave.”

A
guilty blush crept over Ingrid at that suggestion. She had already decided not
to slip one of their antique silver spoons into her suitcase, but how had
Lachlan known she’d even thought about it?

“I’m
speaking metaphorically,” he said. “What I mean is that I’d like to be with the
sort of woman I can take anywhere and not have to watch what she does when she
thinks no one is looking.”

“I
don’t know if I can be that woman.”

“I’m
sure you can or I wouldn’t be here now. I’ve known someone like you in my past.
She was much younger when we got together so she had fewer, less ingrained bad
habits to correct. I was also younger and a lot less experienced then. I think
I can straighten you out much faster, now.”

“Straighten
me out?” Ingrid pursed her lips for a second. “What does that look, taste, and
feel like?”

“It
looks like you, bare-bottomed, stretched over my knee. It tastes like you
eating humble pie when you go back to that cinema tomorrow and apologize for
spoiling one of their seats and offer to pay for the cost of cleaning. It feels
like my hand falling hard and fast on your upturned derrière.”

Ingrid’s
throat turned desert dry, as feelings pinballed through her. She’d have to try
to be honest, something she’d never done before. Sure, she was trying to move
her life in that direction anyway but now Lachlan would be watching her. He
would spank her if she failed. He might give up on her entirely if she wasn’t
willing to try.

“So
you want to punish me like I’m a recalcitrant child?” she asked.

“To
put it plainly yes, if you agree. From where I’m sitting, from everything I
know about you, your life was a train wreck last year. Until you’ve got a much
stronger moral compass, you obviously need help.” He patted her two clasped
hands with his one free one before letting them go.

She
sat back, savoring the lingering strength of his touch. Heat rose from her
clenching pussy. This was it, the dangerous, exciting aspect of love that she’d
been so curious about. It was too late to discuss it with Rachel, to get an
overview. She could either jump in and learn firsthand or she could turn her
back on the most terrifying, alluring offer anyone had ever made her.

Don’t
miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

Libby
Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are
strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.

Libby
has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved
to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back
to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the
sea.

Libby’s
passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night
of dancing.

Those
who have read the Simon in Charge series may remember her as the realtor who
sold Simon and Sadie their Vancouver mansion. When she waltzed into that book,
sassy and confronting, I had to know more about her. The only way to do that
was to write her story.

Was
there a particular reason to choose the subject of addiction?

It
seemed clear to me from Ingrid’s behaviour in Sadie Says I Do, that she
had some deep problems, definitely some that involved alcohol. Plus so many
families these days have been touched by the destructive force of substance
abuse, I wanted to tell at least one such story with a happy ending.

We
see a lot of what makes your female leads clench. What makes you clench?

Easy
– the Leading Man. His voice. His laugh. Looking at his hands when we’re in
public and thinking about what they do to me in private. A whispered word to me
in public. After all these years, I still like his Australia accent and his
often unusual turn of phrase.

But
I’m not blind. When a gracious, well-mannered man pays attention to me, I still
feel a flirtatious rush, a physical thrill. But it stops there. Attractive R/L
men are like the hot male protagonists in a sexy book: things to enjoy in the
imagination.

What was your first kiss like?

Disappointing!
I was 15 at a Christmas party. Someone had hung mistletoe under the stereo. I
forgot it was there and went to adjust the volume of the music. A guy I didn’t
like at all came over, wrapped me in a bear hug and kissed me. I remember
thinking, ‘Well that’s ruined then. That is now and forever my first kiss.’

At
that age, everything was very dramatic to me. I realize now that one
disappointment doesn’t spoil what life brings next.

What
was your best kiss?

That’s
easy: on our first date my husband threated to spank me. That threat made me
flush with desire down to my toes, although I tried to act cool.

When
we were walking home after that dinner, I was primed and ready for him. He’s
strong lead on the dance floor and as we walked through a park, spun me into
his arms and kissed me. I never wanted it to end. So far it hasn’t.

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About Me

I’ve been writing in my head for decades. I finally took a deep breath and began actually writing the adventures of Cassie and Tom, a fantasy couple, who have lived in my head all that time. Cassie and Tom live and love in a domestic discipline relationship that’s lasted close to forty years. I’ll have a few other stories sprinkled in, but Cassie doesn’t leave me time to write much else. I hope you’ll enjoy their stories.